on the back and forth blanket
from the fathers’ cars—
they lay down with you, and when
did you start missing them.
As Sacramento missed its yellow dust 1852.
When did you start missing those
who invented your body with their sparks—
(LS, 4) Brenda Hillman
all love is representative
of the beginning of time. When you are loved
the darkness carries you.
When you are loved, you are golden—
—Then the owl came back the druid the helper
and you asked,
Where is she who we love. Who-who,
it said, who-who, matching sets
for you and her—
you who had thought distinction
in the pronouns
found they were all the same—
American Women Poets in the 21st Century, Claudia Rankine ed.